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Vi shver s'iz tsu gleben farbay aza vinter Farknuret in shmates und kelt A stral hot geshmoltzen dem ayz fun mayn fenster Gebracht a geruz fun der velt A velt hot s'bliet zich Mit vaisiekein s'veit Und Faigelach hob'n ge'svitchert a lid (chorus) Nor bai undz iz groy und finster S'hengt di umet aff di vent varft di zun undz karge stralen kaliben mir zey mit di hent varmt undz di shpits fingerlach on trogen mir aheym stralach-lach zun un es vert undz eppes gringer s'vilt zich zingen springen fray A vintele hot zich farganvet durch shpares a sod angaroympt mir derbay Der vintele hertzanam dem hiltzernam parkan tservaksen der roziker mai un vintele zogt az di grezelekh green, Zey shicken mir grussen un rufen ahin (chorus) Avek is der tate in schtot aff der arbet. Er muz azoy vayt nebech gayn er vet mir haynt brengen a frishinken tsvygel Mit bletelech greenenke sheyn Nu, veyt az in reyneke vasseryl shteyn, un s'vet zich fun tsvygel t'seblyen a boym (chorus)
How hard it is to believe that such a winter is past shrouded in rags and cold A ray has melted the ice from my window bringing a greeting from the world a world that has been covered with a white blanket and birds have begun to sing songs (CHORUS) But by us is gray and lonely sadness hangs from the walls The sun sends us few rays of light And we reach for them with our outstreached hands We let them warm our fingertips And carry the bits of sunshine home in our grasps And perhaps it will be better when we can sing and leap in freedom. A wind rattles through the fence The wind could make a lonley sound But the wind plays through the pickets of the fence bringing promise of rosy may The wind says that the green grasses They send their regards, and wish I was with them. (Chorus) My father must go to the town for his labor. It is a shame they take him so far. But today he promised to bring me back a litle fresh twig with tiny beautiful green leaves. And maybe if i keep this twig in a glass of fresh water Then perhaps from this tiny twig, A tree will grow (Chorus)
I learned this song as a song of hope as a child learning about survivors of the holocaust. I don't remember who wrote it, or all the words exactly. (But I remember the translation exactly.) I used to sing this song at holocaust memorial events, and it was veryemotional for me and for audience members. The melody is bewitchingly beautiful. It is published is a book called "Mir Trogen a Gezang" alog with many other songs I grew up singing.
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